Childhoods Favorites and Fairy Stories | Page 6

the dream-land tree, And down falls a little dream on thee:
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep. The large stars are the sheep, The wee stars are the
lambs, I guess, The fair moon is the shepherdess: Sleep, baby, sleep!

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This little pig went to market; This little pig stayed at home; This little
pig had roast beef; This little pig had none; This little pig said, "Wee,
wee! I can't find my way home."
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Brow bender, Eye peeper, Nose smeller, Mouth eater, Chin chopper.
Knock at the door--peep in Lift up the latch--walk in
Eye winker, Tom Tinker, Nose smeller, Mouth eater, Chin chopper.
Chin chopper.
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Here sits the Lord Mayor, Here sit his two men, Here sits the cock, And
here sits the hen; Here sit the chickens, And here they go in, Chippety,
chippety, chippety chin.
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Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! So I do, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, Put it in the oven for Tommy
and me.
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Pat it, kiss it, Stroke it, bless it; Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,
Little hand all well again.
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Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three
bags full:
One for my master, One for my dame, And one for the little boy Who
lives in the lane.

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Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been? I've been to London To
look at the Queen
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there? I frightened a little mouse
Under her chair.
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Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old lady upon a white
horse, Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, She shall have music
wherever she goes.
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Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, Silver buckles on his knee; He'll come
back and marry me, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair, Combing down his yellow hair; He's my
love for evermair, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
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Tom, he was a piper's son, He learned to play when he was young, And
all the tune that he could play Was, "Over the hills and far away," Over
the hills, and a great way off, The wind will blow my top-knot off.
Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise That he well pleased both
the girls and boys, And they always stopped to hear him play "Over the
hills and far away."
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Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, Thy house is on fire, thy children
all gone: All but one whose name is Ann, And she crept under the
pudding-pan.
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The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the
robin do then, Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his
wing, Poor thing!
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I had a little pony, His name was Dapple-gray, I lent him to a lady, To
ride a mile away; She whipped him, she lashed him, She rode him
through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady's hire.
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I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg; But Doggy tumbled down
the stairs and broke his little leg. Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try
to make you well, And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
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Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to
the pieman, "Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny." Says
Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale; But all the water he
could find Was in his mother's pail!
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Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down,
and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got and home did trot As fast as he could caper; Went to bed to
mend his head With vinegar and brown paper.
Jill came in and she did grin, To see his paper plaster, Mother, vexed,
did whip her next, For causing Jack's disaster.

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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the
cow's in the corn, Where's the boy that looks after the sheep? He's
under the haycock, fast asleep.
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